Russia Vs Ukraine

A shadow falls on fields of golden grain,

Where once the sun of peace serenely shone,

Now fire and steel inflict a searing pain,

And brother fights against his brother's son.

The ancient cities crumble into dust,

A mother's tears fall like the autumn rain,

A child's lost laughter, silenced and unjust,

Replaced by echoes of a mournful strain.

The winds of war carry a bitter scent,

Of shattered lives and futures torn apart,

A continent in fear, its spirit bent,

A bleeding wound within the human heart.

Yet hope remains, a flicker in the night,

That dawn will break, and bring a lasting light.